NOTE: Yeah, yeah I know…this one took forever. It's that motivation thing again. This time it was a bad review I got on a story…I'll show that…uh…person. I'd appreciate feedback! Thanks!

The day after the kiss…

Dawn padded down the stairs, fully ready for school, backpack slung over her shoulder. There was a hint of shadow under her eye, evidence of how early she had to get up to snag the bathroom. It was worth it, though, she was thinking to herself.

"Xand!" She called out halfway down. She got no response. "Xander?" She called out more hopefully, still getting no answer.

"Dawn?" A girl met her at the bottom. She smiled, then turned and yelled behind her, "Hey! She's out! One down!"

"Have you seen Xander?"

"Oh, uh…yeah. He's in there with Anya, I think." She jabbed her thumb towards the living room.

"Thanks." She stepped in and looked around. The place was swamped with girls, arguing about something.

"I want to watch Little Bear!" One screeched.

"No, that's gay. We're watching Jerry Springer." Said another one, grabbing the remote and changing the channel. A chant of 'Jerry! Jerry!' started up among the studio audience along with the Summer's audience. Dawn shook her head and finally spotted Xander. She gracefully made her way to him, almost tripping on the new Texan.

"Oh, there you are. Are you ready?"

"Actually, Dawnie, you'll have to ride the bus. Me and Anya have some…business." Dawn pouted. "I'm sorry. I really am. But the bus-,"

"Is one of the worst torture devices man-kind ever created." Dawn finished.

"Oh, come on." He said.

"Actually, Dawn's right." Anya piped up. "It is a torture device. I was there when they came up with the idea for it. You know, cramming a ton of smelly, mean kids together in a small amount of space with a fat guy yelling at them to stop laughing. I came up with the color."

"Thanks, Anya."

"No problem. What about Willow? She might take you."

"I don't know…I could ask, I guess." She waded her way back across the room, but this time actually did end up tripping over the new Texan. "Sorry." She mumbled, and was answered by a string of curse words. She caught a glimpse of red hair going into the kitchen door. She followed her.

"Hey, Dawn. Why aren't you at school yet?" Buffy asked while flipping a pancake.

"Xander can't drive me. He's got this thing with Anya."

"Anya, huh? Well, I guess that means bus, doesn't it? Sorry." She said, returning to her breakfast making duties. Willow gave her a sad smile before returning to her paper.

"Well, I was sort of wondering -," She was cut off as Andrew came in the back door.

"Alright," He announced to the room, not noticing Dawn, "Buffy, you're free. After some hassling with the neighbor over there," He pointed, "I was able to get some eggs. We really need to restock, you know."

"Grocery shopping is for losers." Buffy said. Andrew's face fell. "What?"

"I – I like grocery shopping." He said.

"Oh, sorry."

Andrew looked over to the corner, expecting to find a focus point but instead he found Dawn. He smiled shyly. She returned the smile and looked away after a moment, a bit embarrassed. Andrew smiled even wider. Dawn looked back up. They were so close to actually forming words when Buffy interrupted.

"Uh…guys? You still with us?"

Andrew flushed a little. "Oh, sorry."

"What were you saying before weirdo here barged in?" She asked, turning another pancake.

"Well, I was wondering if maybe…" She rethought her plan. "Andrew, can you drive?"

"Yeah, sure. Why?"

"Want to take me to school?"

"He doesn't have a car, Dawn." Buffy put in. "It's not like the bus is some sort of torture device-,"

"Anya was there. She says it is. She came up with the color." Willow said, smiling a little. "We need a break from him anyways, Buffy. It'll be good for him to get out. You know, social interaction."

"What if he decides to hit some pedestrian who looks like Jonathon or something? And again…he doesn't have a car."

"But we do." Dawn said. She put on her puppy eyes. "Buffy! Please please please please please please please please please-,"

"FINE! Go." She threw her keys at them. "Don't hit anyone, alright?" She said, waggling her finger. "Oh, and tomorrow? You're not getting any help from me with breakfast."

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In the car…

"So…" Dawn said, trying to break the silence. Neither one of them had talked since they got in.

"I really liked that kiss last night." Andrew blurted out. He quickly looked out the window.

"Um…watch the road, k?" She said a little nervously. "And…" She trailed for a minute or so. "I really liked it too."

"T-thanks." He said, eyes on the road.

"You ever kiss a girl before?"

"Oh, yeah. Tons. Lots of them." She raised her eyebrow at him. "Ok, so those were just fantasies."

"Ever kissed a…guy?"

"Um…do I have to answer that?"

"So you…have." She said, somewhat confused.

"Well, once. It wasn't a big deal or anything. Actually, I didn't like it that much."

"So are you like, gay?"

"I like to think I'm…bi, I guess." Dawn nodded, at a loss for words. Yet more awkward silence followed. "Does that gross you out?"

"Just a little…jarring, that's all. I…I still like you a lot."

He looked at her and beamed. "Really?"

"Yeah. Can I ask you something though?"

"Sure, I guess."

"Who was the lucky guy?"

"You don't want to know."

"Come on. Tell me. I won't get mad or anything."

"It was…Warren." He said quietly.

"Crazy killer Warren? Annoying nerdy Warren?" Andrew didn't say anything. "Who initiated it?"

"I did. And he sort of…went with it for a while and then he got mad at me. And that was it."

"Well, I wouldn't have been mad."

"Why's that?"

"Because you're a good kisser." She said. The school loomed ahead and Andrew pulled into the parking lot.

"Well…uh…here we are."

"Yup. Thanks for the ride." She said. She started to open the door.

"Dawn, wait-," He touched her shoulder.

"Yeah?" She said, searching his eyes.

"Uh…" Without thinking very much he crushed his lips onto hers.

HA! I'll make all of them end with a kiss! Its genius, I tell you! Ok, so its not. But that doesn't mean you can't review!